I have an appreciation for music of various sorts, and hate to do anything to spoil good music (I know someone who cannot enjoy several pieces of Rachmaninov because they were hijacked as pop songs). But I also enjoy musical satire (as my mentions of and links to Igudesman and Joo and Victor Borge indicate). And so I’ve left doing mischevious things to Christmas songs until the post-holiday season, when the versions I’ve tampered with won’t come to mind and make you giggle during solemn celebrations of the season.
On Her Majesty’s Carol Service
Fantasia on Keith Emerson’s Fantasia on Ralph Vaughan Williams’ Fantasia On Greensleeves
O Come All Ye Firthful
The first is the more amusing of the three, I think, and thus seemed worth a retake, and I think it turned out better as a result. Let me know if my warped egghead sense of humor is funny to anyone else out there!